His tongue runs up the underside of my dick and I know he's tasting the precum leaking from me. As he takes me deep, I hear the click of the lube. Soon, his fingers are circling my hole while his mouth keeps working me.
I'm not sure why, but I sort of assumed the prep would fall to me tonight. Clearly, Ethan has other ideas as one finger enters me, sending a shiver up my spine. I moan, reaching a hand down to tangle in his hair. He hums around me, working the finger in and out as he bobs on my dick.
Soon, a second finger is entering me, the stretch reminding me of how long it's been. But then, Ethan crooks his fingers inside me and the pressure on my prostate reminds me of how much I've missed this. My dick swells even more and I realize I'm closer than I thought.
“Ethan, if you don't fuck me soon, this is gonna be over with.”
“Aw, c'mon. You're twenty-three. You don't have a second round in you?” I should hate the sardonic grin on his face, but I definitely don't.
“After this dry spell? I mean, probably. But I really want to come on your dick.”
The hunger is back in his eyes as he undoes his own pants,pushing them down and grabbing the condom wrapper from the nightstand. While he does that, I flip myself over, kneeling on the edge of the bed. I feel his hand grab my ass, his thumb stroking at my rim.
I push backward and feel the thumb begin to enter me. Ethan hums, gripping the base of his dick with his other hand. He fucks me with his thumb, pulling at the rim and opening me up.
“Tremblay, if you don't fuck me soon, I'm gonna pull out one of those toys and do it myself.”
His chuckle is low and raspy, mixing with the sound of him slicking his dick with the lube. Soon, I feel the blunt tip against my hole and the pressure as he pushes in slowly. His girth stretches me even more and I breathe into the pressure. He fucks into me slowly, a few inches at a time.
Before long, he's fully seated inside me. I push my chest down onto the bed and the new angle drags his dick along my prostate.
“Oh,fuck, Ethan.”
He brings one leg up onto the bed and brings a hand to the middle of my back, exerting a gentle pressure to keep me down. His pace begins to pick up, bringing me closer and closer to the brink.
“Ethan, I'm so close. Please.Please.”
Without warning, one of his strong arms wraps around my chest, his other hand flying on my own dick.
“C'mon, Jamie. Come for me.”
His words, whispered just behind my ear, push me over the edge. I come, the ropes coating his hand. Behind me, I hear his throaty groans as he finishes into the condom. I fall forward onto the bed again as he tries to pull out gently. The heat of his body disappears as he removes the condom, tying it off and throwing it in the garbage can.
For a few moments, I drift, halfway expecting to hear the front door closing. Instead, I feel the dip of the bed next to me and a hand on my lower back.
“Ok if I clean you up a bit?” His voice is dark and a little hoarse.
I crack an eye open and see Ethan sitting there, looking...soft?
“I can do that.”
“I'm not sure you're actually capable of moving your limbs at the moment.”
I'd like to say he's wrong, but even keeping my eyelid open feels like hard work right now. As it drifts shut again, I feel him gently run a warm washcloth along my back, then down to my ass, washing away the traces of lube where his hands held me. He rests a hand to one side of my hole, gently opening me to his gaze. I expect to feel the washcloth here, too, but instead I feel a finger running over the swollen flesh.
“Still a tease, huh?”
He chuckles, and now I feel the terrycloth dragging across my opening, clearing away the lube and soothing the skin.
“Hey, Jamie?”
I hum, quickly losing my grasp of consciousness.
“Thanks.” I open my eyes and meet his, the green flecks floating in the warm brown.
I smile as he puts a gentle kiss on my temple and sink back into sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
